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“She wasn’t drinking champagne last night,” Dillon deadpanned.
“Last night? Where’d you go last night?” Chloe pulled her feet off Brendan’s lap and got out from under Jesse’s arm to sit up.
Linnea shrugged. “Ky had to see Brendan at the club real quick.”
“The Red Door?”
The exclusive club that few got to see inside of. You had to be somebody and make bank to get in there. Chloe didn’t know if it was true, but she heard it cost some crazy amount of money to be a member. Brendan ran it, but the four cousins owned it together. Jesse told her it was one of their business ventures, just as Charley’s and the real estate investments were.
Linnea leaned over from the sofa across from her to get closer and whispered like it was a secret, “It’s a sex club, Chloe!”
You don’t say? Jesse must have forgotten to mention that.
The guys tried to hide their smirks and she felt Jesse tense up beside her. “Yeah, I figured.”
“You knew?” Linnea seemed so surprised.
Not exactly, but no one else needed to know that.
“I’ve heard rumors. So, did you have fun in there?” She wanted to hear every sordid detail.
“Yeah, Linn, did you have fun?” Dillon was apparently interested too.
Linnea was blushing, but she kept it together. She turned in her seat, looked Dillon right in the eye, and with a saccharine-sweet voice she let him know just how much fun she had. “Do you even have to ask? Because it’s not every day a girl can say she got to be in the middle of your man-candy sandwich with a half-naked drummer to watch a live tutorial on how to tongue-fuck and whip your woman on a St. Andrews cross, but hey, now I can check that off my bucket list.”
Chloe almost choked on her beer.
“Baby girl, I’m shocked you even know what that is,” Dillon exclaimed with lifted brows. He really did seem shocked. Chloe wasn’t shocked at all, but then she was quite familiar with her best friend’s reading material. They traded titles often.
“So, Brendan, do you really teach Whipping 101 on the club floor?” Chloe couldn’t help herself. Giggling, she changed the lyrics to the 70s Paul Simon hit and sang, “Fifty ways to whip your lover.”
Brendan didn’t appear put off in the slightest. He simply answered her question in his deep voice that could seduce a nun, “Sometimes.” Then he smirked. “Most often the demos are for, hmm, let’s call it inspiration, and other times its purpose is instructional.”
She stopped giggling. “You’re serious?”
Jesse pressed his hand into her thigh and firmly rubbed it like he was trying to send her some kind of signal. Chloe surmised he wasn’t comfortable with the current topic of conversation—she’d be sure to have a private conversation with him about this later.
With a smirk still on his face, Brendan took a sip of his whiskey, set his glass down on the table in front of them, and answered, “Very. Many erotic practices require instruction in safety and technique, Chloe. The club is a sex-positive environment, that means we embrace providing sexual education to our members and staying safe.”
“Oh.”
And now she was more than curious to know just what went on behind that red door. Linnea was going to have to give her all the deets.
Brendan put his arm around her and pulled her against him. “Next month we’re having a bacchanalian extravaganza for the club’s third anniversary. It’s going to be a shameless swanky affair.” With his arm still around her, Brendan leaned forward to look at his cousin. “You should come.”
Chloe whipped her head toward Jesse and asked, “Can we go?”
“Sure, babe. If you want to.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.
Several hours of drinks, laughter, and conversation followed. Chloe must have dozed off because when she opened her eyes the sofa across from her where Linnea, Kyan, and Dillon once sat was empty. Her head was cushioned in Jesse’s lap. He was talking to Brendan. Playing with her hair. Her legs were stretched out across Brendan. One large hand rested on the curve of her hip and the other trailed up and down her thigh. She adjusted her position on their laps and sighed. Why did that feel so good?
Brendan’s hand stilled and he murmured to Jesse, “Someone’s awake.”
“Mm, don’t stop. That feels nice.”
Jesse leaned over and kissed her temple. “Hey, sleepy girl.”
She adjusted herself again and Brendan’s hand resumed its movement on her thigh. With his hand on her breast, Jesse’s thumb brushed over her nipple. He kissed her neck and she smiled. “Mm, hey.”
